That Which Is Denied Cannot Be Healed.

The God Who Exacts The Last Drop Of Blood From His Son So That His Just Anger, Evoked By Sin, May Be Appeased, Is Not The God Revealed By And In Jesus Christ. And If He Is Not The God Of Jesus, He Does Not Exist.

We Are Not Cowed Into Timidity By Death And Life. Were We Forced To Rely On Our Own Shabby Resources We Would Be Pitiful People In Deed. But The Awareness Of Christ's Present Risenness Persuades Us That We Are Buoyed Up And Carried On By A Life Greater Than Our Own.

Charles De Foucauld, The Found Of The Little Brothers Of Jesus, Wrote A Single Sentence That's Ahad A Profound Impact On My Life. He Said, "the One Thing We Owe Absolutely To God Is Never To Be Afraid Of Anything." Never To Be Afraid Of Anything, Even Death, Which, After All, Is But That Final Breakthrough Into The Open, Waiting, Outstretched Arms Of Abba.

None Of Us Has Ever Seen A Motive. Therefore, We Don't Know We Can't Do Anything More Than Suspect What Inspires The Action Of Another. For This Good And Valid Reason, We're Told Not To Judge. Tragedy Is That Our Attention Centers On What People Are Not, Rather Than On What They Are And Who They Might Become.

The Forgiveness Of God Is Gratuitous Liberation From Guilt. Paradoxically, The Conviction Of Personal Sinfulness Becomes The Occasion Of Encounter With The Merciful Love Of The Redeeming God. "there Will Be More Rejoicing In Heaven Over One Sinner Repenting..." (luke 15:7). In His Brokenness, The Repentant Prodigal Knew An Intimacy With His Father That His Sinless, Self-righteous Brother Would Never Know.